Accidents Don't Just Happen Accidentally

About a week passed, and I still hadn't texted him. It's unlike me to contemplate something this long, Normally, if I want to do something, I just do it. As for this instance, I half wanted to and half didn't want to. Then again, that's never stopped me before. This is much more different than anything else I've ever done before, though. The man's a rockstar, has a girlfriend, and probably doesn't even want to hear from me anyways.

"Honey, I'm home!" Sam's voice chimed through my apartment as I heard the front door open and slam shut.

I had been sitting on the couch, watching Lilo and Stitch 2: Stitch Has A Glitch. I hadn't been paying too much attention to it, I was too busy in my own world of Alex, contemplating all sorts of senarios. Today was my day off and I had been lounging around, so my hair looked like a monkey had recently been nesting in it, and let's not even get on the topic of my pajamas.

"What' up, buttercup?" I asked as she turned the corner, coming into my preferential vision.

"Nothing much. I tried calling you, but you weren't answering. I wanted to know if you'd be coming over to Zack's with me to hang out." I had avoided my phone like it was the black plague all day, so of course it was no surprise to me that she'd been trying to contact me.

"is Luke going to be there?" I asked. Lately, Luke's been acting really strange around me. He and Zack have been friends for about two years and even though I've known him all that time, and I've seen him acting strange, he's starting to kind of creep me out.

Sam nodded in response. "Yea, why?"

I sighed, "He's becoming kind of a creep around me."

"What are you talking about? Why am I just hearing of this? For shame, Alex! For shame!" She took a seat next to my laughing ass. This ultimately led to making me scoot over. I was finally no longer sore, so I didn't need to proceed with caution.

"He's always waiting for me at the record shop, by my locker. He nonchalantly references how 'amazing' he is in bed. He tells me how big his dick is. It's fucking weird, he gave me a mix CD the other day."

"I'd say that qualifies as creepy. It kinda sounds like he likes you."

Apparently he missed the memo on how not to act around your crush."

"I'll tell Zack you're sick."

"Thanks boo."

"No problem, Lex."

I blew her a kiss, which she promptly dodged, laughing. When we just met in senior year of high school, we came up with 'toxic kisses.' Basically, if she blows a kiss, or I do, we must dodge it or fall over claiming death. Yes, it's childish, but we were drunk at the time and it just sort of stuck as an inside joke.

After I heard my door close again, symbolizing that she'd left, my mind started to wonder what I should do tonight. I had been watching movies all day, and it just seemed dull to continue. I wanted to do something exciting. Something as say, text a rockstar. By definition, it's probably not considered exciting, but I've decided, which is exciting.

Normally, it wouldn't take me this long to decide something, but this instance wasn't a normality. Just as I decided on a whim for no particular reason to pierce me lip, I decided I'd text Andy and at least attempt a friendship. After all, he is the lead singer of my favorite band, and not many people can say that they're friends with Andy Biersack.

I lept off the couch, grabbing my tea I had been drinking--it was unfortunately cold now, as expected after sitting on my coffee table for about an hour. I left the tea cup in my kitchen and made a bee-line for my junk drawer, but grabbed a bag of pretzels first. I'm what you might call a pretzel-addict.

I rummaged through my junk drawer for abut, grabbing the ripped piece of paper with Andy's number on it. I then made my way to my room, and my phone was sitting on my bed, blinking. I cleared all my notifications and hopped onto my bed, turning on my CD player next to my bed. Yes, I still have CDs, and I think it's idiotic that they are becoming less common. It's not just because I work in a record shop, it's that I genuinely love having a physical copy more than just a digital one. The shocking truth: YOU CAN SYNC AND RIP YOUR CDS WITH ELECTRONICS.

The album of choice at the minute was Falling In Reverse's Fashionably Late. As I was listening, I was just becoming more and more impatient to text him. Eventually, the digits found their way into my contact list and soon, I was sending the following greeting:

Hey, it's Alex

Hitting the send button gave me a strange sense of relief. I had been waiting to do this for a week. I don't think it was illogical to wait this long, it just wasn't as joyous. Now I just had the anticipation of his response to look forward to.

I opened my fresh bag of pretzels. As I was eating my second one, my familiar "Unholy" notification sound chimed from my phone. It went off twice. I unlocked my phone, my stomach doing flips. It would be an understatement to say I was nervous. My whole body was shaking, like I was sitting outside in the fresh snow.

Hey

I didn't know it I'd hear from you

I didn't know whether I should take that as he's upset of just stating a fact. And I don't know whether to feel bad for potentially leaving him hanging for a week or for potentially upsetting him by texting him. Maybe I'm thinking too much into it. I should just let myself be nervous and excited.

Lo and behold, I have made contact

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